Wendy Miller stepped into her living room and removed her EMT jack. She tossed it toward the pink and yellow couch. Where it landed on a pillow. She rounded the crouch and collapsed into it. A noise came from the kitchen.

“Honey, is that you? I heard the door open?” A male voice came from the kitchen. Wendy's husband, Tyler appeared in the doorway. He stepped towards his wife. He noticed the smell. “Wow, you look... great.” She leaned over the couch to glare at him. “Anyway, I heard about the crash on the news. Saw your name on the EMT list. Knew you be late. The kids are in bed and I saved some casserole just for us. Do you want a shower first?”

“Yes, that would be nice. Hey Tyler.” Wendy asked as she glanced back at him. “Do you have a brother?”

“What?” Tyler said as he rounded the couch and sit down. “Why would you ask that?”

“Well, I ran into an older man who looked just like your dad,” Wendy said. “You know, who still lives up in Ohio? Thought I should ask. He had the same last name too.”

“What! Are you sure? Did you get his first name?” Tyler asked with little too much sharpness to his words. Wendy eyed her husband warily. “Honey, please tell me you got his first name!”

“No. He disappeared before I could ask. What's with you?” Wendy said as she touched his forehead. “You just said you didn't have a brother.”

“I didn't say that. I said why would you ask that.” Tyler said as he got up. “Wait here.”

Tyler raced to his bedroom and a minute later came back with a book. He opened it and showed Wendy the inside. It's an old family album. Strangely enough, Wendy had only seen this book when they first moved into this house.

The page Tyler turned to was of three kids. A girl and two boys. They were young and of veering ages. From ten to fifteen. The younger of the boys were obviously Tyler. The oldest looked almost like the man she met.

“Tyler, what is this?” Wendy asked as she took the book. He sits beside her. “Is that your bother?”

“Yes, what's him. Robinson Miller. He was the oldest. Always poking his nose into places he shouldn't. That's what I liked about him. He went to college before me or my sister. One day he just disappeared. We tried calling his phone, but only got an error signal. The police combed the woods for him for weeks. But he was never found.”

“Honey, I know this might sound crazy but I think that man I met was your lost brother,” Wendy said as she pointed at the picture. “He even had the same nose.”

Meanwhile at a nearby military base. A computer specialist takes his fourth cup of coffee for the day. Black, no sugar. He lazily turned the digital page in the radar history logs and almost drop his mug. There is a blimp in yesterday's logs. He called up the rest of the details.

The data showed something large and slow appeared above the Pacific. Right at midnight. It moved over the coast and vanished.

“Sir, I think you need to is this!” The Specialist shouted over his shoulder. The normal night sift conversions of the operations room died down. Everyone glanced over at him as a man with a hat walked over. “Look at this. Tell me it's wrong.”

“That's up near Portland city, right? It's all woodland and forests up there. There no runways there.” the Commander said as he glanced over the data. “ Could it be a glitch?”

“Maybe, but look at the timeline. It just appears out of nowhere and moves inland. Whatever it was could have descended from a higher elevation.”

“But why didn't we pick it up on the high atmospheric radar, then? Can you show me that data?” The Commander asked. The specialist obeyed and pulled up the data. Both men scanned the screen. “Nothing really? What crazy stealth would you need to do that? Glitch or not. You should check the news for any flying objects in that area.”

“Yes sure Commander Floyd sir.” The specialist said as the commander turned to leave. “Ah... should I call a search team together? If I do find something?”

“No. Call me if you find something. I'll gather the team myself.” the commander said as he walked out of the room.

“Hey check this out!” A woman said as she sit at her computer. Her boyfriend walked over. “Look how many views I'm getting for this guy.”

“Wow, some of the comments are even calling him beardless Gandalf.” the boyfriend said as he read the words on the screen. “Hey looks this one's calling him a fake. Wow-what a blind loser. Want to comment back to him?”

“No. I don't want to play with the trolls. But this guy.” The woman said as she rubbed the screen with her finger. “...just got me to a thousand views.”